Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.